The skills you do have. Alcuin thought about this for a moment. Spying. Languages. Dancing. Tumbling. Sex. Was there need for a Servant of Naamah here? He thought of asking Ignis explicitly, but something stopped him. Unsure about cultural norms? Afraid of judgment?

"I... am afraid I do not know anything about gardening either," he said. "And I ride, but I confess I did not care for the horses personally... there are horses here, though? I am glad to hear that." It sounded nice, going for a ride. A moment of escape, perhaps.

He moved the bowl of grated cheese closer to Ignis. "Will this do?"